'Jazz mags' stuffed in hedgerows
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Not hedge porn but in a similar vein, a chap I worked with at a Process Control company who was called Richard, AKA "Dickie The Perv' or "Longhorn" due to his avid and not very guarded consumption of internet filth, which was still in its infancy.
Most of us either didnt have or didnt have a fast enough connection for the best stuff, or really know where to get it but "D the P" was a master at finding, selecting and storing the images. He was also entrepreneurial and had a CD Writer which was a pretty expensive item back in about 1997, so he started producing a modest range of disks that he charged a very reasonable fee for. The disks were called "Champagne" with a number, when he had filled one CD's worth he moved on to the next number.
I didnt buy one at the time, but I did mention I was looking for a hard disk, they were pretty expensive and I didn't have much money with young kids etc, so he had a spare and did me a good deal, and when he handed it over and took my cash, he winked at me and said there was a little treat on there for me.
I installed the disk and sure enough in an innocuous sounding directory named "Accounts Receivable" or similar was the contents of "Champagne 1", I had a scan through it and then promptly forgot about it, some of it was a bit near the bone and features some ladies filling a Trifle Bowl and it wasn't with Jelly, Custard, Cream and fruit either...
Forgot all about it until I get a call from my auntie who said she would like me to remove the images from her pc, yes, I sold my auntie a PC with a directory that, amongst other genres had a significant quantity of scat porn on the second drive, cleared the main drive but not the second one
No amount of blaming Dickie the Perv would make it sound any better.
So, I dont know why she couldn't do right click delete on the directory "Accounts Receivable" but no, had to do the walk of shame and do it myself, despite my protestations she now probably thinks I like nothing better than watching specialist stuff like that wishing someone would crimp a length on my forehead. I think she had been through every image as well.
I always feel a bit uncomfortable when she joins us for a meal asking if she would like some trifle....
Most of us either didnt have or didnt have a fast enough connection for the best stuff, or really know where to get it but "D the P" was a master at finding, selecting and storing the images. He was also entrepreneurial and had a CD Writer which was a pretty expensive item back in about 1997, so he started producing a modest range of disks that he charged a very reasonable fee for. The disks were called "Champagne" with a number, when he had filled one CD's worth he moved on to the next number.
I didnt buy one at the time, but I did mention I was looking for a hard disk, they were pretty expensive and I didn't have much money with young kids etc, so he had a spare and did me a good deal, and when he handed it over and took my cash, he winked at me and said there was a little treat on there for me.
I installed the disk and sure enough in an innocuous sounding directory named "Accounts Receivable" or similar was the contents of "Champagne 1", I had a scan through it and then promptly forgot about it, some of it was a bit near the bone and features some ladies filling a Trifle Bowl and it wasn't with Jelly, Custard, Cream and fruit either...
Forgot all about it until I get a call from my auntie who said she would like me to remove the images from her pc, yes, I sold my auntie a PC with a directory that, amongst other genres had a significant quantity of scat porn on the second drive, cleared the main drive but not the second one
No amount of blaming Dickie the Perv would make it sound any better.So, I dont know why she couldn't do right click delete on the directory "Accounts Receivable" but no, had to do the walk of shame and do it myself, despite my protestations she now probably thinks I like nothing better than watching specialist stuff like that wishing someone would crimp a length on my forehead. I think she had been through every image as well.
I always feel a bit uncomfortable when she joins us for a meal asking if she would like some trifle....
LeadFarmer said:
I've just typed Escort porn mag into google and found a 'porn coven' where members have posted all the pages of their magazines. Kind of like digital analogue porn
What an important cultural and historical resource.Thanks for sharing.
I for one am glad these are being preserved for future generations.
austinsmirk said:
What’s historically interesting is how normally built all the ladies are in the recent educational link.
Not like now where for some reason morbid obesity seems to be normalised along with significant amounts of surgery etc.
Oh for the days of yore. With a lot less hair of course.
You don’t like the bush? Or do you mean the big 80s hairdos? Not like now where for some reason morbid obesity seems to be normalised along with significant amounts of surgery etc.
Oh for the days of yore. With a lot less hair of course.
Personally I like the 80-90s historic documents but not the 70s. I think also the fact that many of the 70s protagonists depicted in the literature might be dead also makes me uneasy.
Origin Unknown said:
Does loft porn count?
I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
One of my friends discovered a stash of Dwarf Porn mags that had been accidentally left by the previous owner of the house they moved into. I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
My last 1980’s hedgerow discovery was a particularly graphic mag in a supermarket bag. The only slight technicality was that the bag also contained a maggot ridden dead magpie.
I rented a lock up to what I thought was a truly good friend. I knew he had some serious financial problems so when the rent never came I stood it for a few years as I knew he needed a break in life and a true friend.
He owed and owes me a lot of money. This was a long time back and no easy way to get hold of him. In fact I thought he’d emigrated. But I trusted him. We went way back.
I eventually broke back into the lock up. There was a valuable car and stuff in there.
And a lot of TV pawn plus stockings and other paraphernalia
Clearly he’d been at the back of the lockup knocking one out wearing womens clothing to pawn with men in dressed up as women.
Every single acquaintance of ours, over the last 30 years I have told this tale too. In even more detail.
Because you do still bump into friends you haven’t seen for 10/15 years. You have shared friendships.
So I like to ensure the robbing lying cheating fat b
d is extremely well know as a closet TV who likes to knock one out over pics of men. Really I should pop round and tell his wife and sons.
He owed and owes me a lot of money. This was a long time back and no easy way to get hold of him. In fact I thought he’d emigrated. But I trusted him. We went way back.
I eventually broke back into the lock up. There was a valuable car and stuff in there.
And a lot of TV pawn plus stockings and other paraphernalia
Clearly he’d been at the back of the lockup knocking one out wearing womens clothing to pawn with men in dressed up as women.
Every single acquaintance of ours, over the last 30 years I have told this tale too. In even more detail.
Because you do still bump into friends you haven’t seen for 10/15 years. You have shared friendships.
So I like to ensure the robbing lying cheating fat b
d is extremely well know as a closet TV who likes to knock one out over pics of men. Really I should pop round and tell his wife and sons. Genuine Barn Find said:
Origin Unknown said:
Does loft porn count?
I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
One of my friends discovered a stash of Dwarf Porn mags that had been accidentally left by the previous owner of the house they moved into. I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
My last 1980’s hedgerow discovery was a particularly graphic mag in a supermarket bag. The only slight technicality was that the bag also contained a maggot ridden dead magpie.
k, if ever I heard one.Origin Unknown said:
Genuine Barn Find said:
Origin Unknown said:
Does loft porn count?
I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
One of my friends discovered a stash of Dwarf Porn mags that had been accidentally left by the previous owner of the house they moved into. I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
My last 1980’s hedgerow discovery was a particularly graphic mag in a supermarket bag. The only slight technicality was that the bag also contained a maggot ridden dead magpie.
k, if ever I heard one.
J4CKO said:
Not hedge porn but in a similar vein, a chap I worked with at a Process Control company who was called Richard, AKA "Dickie The Perv' or "Longhorn" due to his avid and not very guarded consumption of internet filth, which was still in its infancy.
Most of us either didnt have or didnt have a fast enough connection for the best stuff, or really know where to get it but "D the P" was a master at finding, selecting and storing the images. He was also entrepreneurial and had a CD Writer which was a pretty expensive item back in about 1997, so he started producing a modest range of disks that he charged a very reasonable fee for. The disks were called "Champagne" with a number, when he had filled one CD's worth he moved on to the next number.
I didnt buy one at the time, but I did mention I was looking for a hard disk, they were pretty expensive and I didn't have much money with young kids etc, so he had a spare and did me a good deal, and when he handed it over and took my cash, he winked at me and said there was a little treat on there for me.
I installed the disk and sure enough in an innocuous sounding directory named "Accounts Receivable" or similar was the contents of "Champagne 1", I had a scan through it and then promptly forgot about it, some of it was a bit near the bone and features some ladies filling a Trifle Bowl and it wasn't with Jelly, Custard, Cream and fruit either...
Forgot all about it until I get a call from my auntie who said she would like me to remove the images from her pc, yes, I sold my auntie a PC with a directory that, amongst other genres had a significant quantity of scat porn on the second drive, cleared the main drive but not the second one No amount of blaming Dickie the Perv would make it sound any better.
So, I dont know why she couldn't do right click delete on the directory "Accounts Receivable" but no, had to do the walk of shame and do it myself, despite my protestations she now probably thinks I like nothing better than watching specialist stuff like that wishing someone would crimp a length on my forehead. I think she had been through every image as well.
I always feel a bit uncomfortable when she joins us for a meal asking if she would like some trifle....
Most of us either didnt have or didnt have a fast enough connection for the best stuff, or really know where to get it but "D the P" was a master at finding, selecting and storing the images. He was also entrepreneurial and had a CD Writer which was a pretty expensive item back in about 1997, so he started producing a modest range of disks that he charged a very reasonable fee for. The disks were called "Champagne" with a number, when he had filled one CD's worth he moved on to the next number.
I didnt buy one at the time, but I did mention I was looking for a hard disk, they were pretty expensive and I didn't have much money with young kids etc, so he had a spare and did me a good deal, and when he handed it over and took my cash, he winked at me and said there was a little treat on there for me.
I installed the disk and sure enough in an innocuous sounding directory named "Accounts Receivable" or similar was the contents of "Champagne 1", I had a scan through it and then promptly forgot about it, some of it was a bit near the bone and features some ladies filling a Trifle Bowl and it wasn't with Jelly, Custard, Cream and fruit either...
Forgot all about it until I get a call from my auntie who said she would like me to remove the images from her pc, yes, I sold my auntie a PC with a directory that, amongst other genres had a significant quantity of scat porn on the second drive, cleared the main drive but not the second one
No amount of blaming Dickie the Perv would make it sound any better.So, I dont know why she couldn't do right click delete on the directory "Accounts Receivable" but no, had to do the walk of shame and do it myself, despite my protestations she now probably thinks I like nothing better than watching specialist stuff like that wishing someone would crimp a length on my forehead. I think she had been through every image as well.
I always feel a bit uncomfortable when she joins us for a meal asking if she would like some trifle....
FantasticBack in ye olden days of dial-up, AOL and Gateway Computers, my techy BIL found an ISP who had provided a freephone number for dial-up. This meant that he could download movies via dial-up by starting the download during breakfast and leaving it to its own devices whilst he was at work.
Cue my 30th birthday and I get a present from him. It was a 1Tb external hard drive. A great present. So I decide to use it to back up photos and find it has no capacity. I check the properties - 931Gb drive, 931Gb used. It was filled with 931Gb of porn.
I've always wondered why they are called 'Jazz Mags'?
Where I was brought up, Northumberland, they were just called 'Dirty Books', and as we walked the country roads on our Bird Nesting trecks ( everyone collected Birds Eggs in the 70's).
We came across 1000's of the things, along with Tissues and Condoms in Cul-de-Sacs and lay by's.
Took ages to work out these places weren't just used by wkers!
Where I was brought up, Northumberland, they were just called 'Dirty Books', and as we walked the country roads on our Bird Nesting trecks ( everyone collected Birds Eggs in the 70's).
We came across 1000's of the things, along with Tissues and Condoms in Cul-de-Sacs and lay by's.
Took ages to work out these places weren't just used by w
kers!LeadFarmer said:
...There had to be an elderly person was serving, definitely not a young lass as I would be too embarrassed. I would stake out the shop, waiting until there were no other customers inside, then I'd nip inside, grab the mag I had previously chosen, go to the till standing as tall as I could to try and look 18, buy the mag and get out of there as quickly as possible.
...
Similar routine for me buying condoms aged 17. I'd peer through the glass window of the pharmacist's shop until there was no one at the till and all the other shoppers were at the far end of the shop. Then I'd dash in and grab a pack of condoms and dash to the till and pay, then dash out....
I'm still embarrassed to remember the time I followed this strategy only for it to fail because:
1 - Woman on till shouts out "How much are the condoms"
2 - Manager comes over to inspect what pack I had and potters off to get price.
3 - Impatient queue builds.
4 - Managers shouts out "50p for the condoms, does he want to buy these on offer instead?"
5 - Even bigger queue watches ensuing conversation with big smiles as my face goes redder and redder.
6 - Finally they take my money and I leave never to return.
Just to really rub the salt in I left those condoms in my car which then got stolen. When it was recovered my dad took me to the police station to recover it. The copper on duty said "we found these in the car, are they yours?". It was the flipping condoms so I said "no, dunno what they are, never seen em before" as my dad would not have been happy with me having them. I think my red face gave it away they were mine. Why couldn't the copper have just left them in the car discretely hidden as I had?
Tales of porn at work reminded me of going to Air Training Corps summer camp back in the 80s. one day we were "helping out" on an exercise(AKA pretending we were useful) I spent the day watching Harrier Jump Jets taking off from about 40 feet away, which was great till I found out another lot spent time in the guard bunker that had a table piled 4 feet high with top class grot for communal perusal
MikeStroud said:
I'm still embarrassed to remember the time I followed this strategy only for it to fail because:
1 - Woman on till shouts out "How much are the condoms"
....The copper on duty said "we found these in the car, are they yours?". Why couldn't the copper have just left them in the car discretely hidden as I had?
I imagine both the chemist staff and the cop were just having some fun at your expense, all knowing you would be embarrassed. Chemist staff probably did it all the time to young lads.1 - Woman on till shouts out "How much are the condoms"
....The copper on duty said "we found these in the car, are they yours?". Why couldn't the copper have just left them in the car discretely hidden as I had?
kowalski655 said:
Tales of porn at work reminded me of going to Air Training Corps summer camp back in the 80s. one day we were "helping out" on an exercise(AKA pretending we were useful) I spent the day watching Harrier Jump Jets taking off from about 40 feet away, which was great till I found out another lot spent time in the guard bunker that had a table piled 4 feet high with top class grot for communal perusal
We stayed at the Royal Marines place in Lympstone before doing the “commando challenge” charity event one year…. My god, every drawer, bunk, cupboard and shelf was full of the most council smut you could imagine…no wonder they all look angry as fk…..Jizz mags in Sheffield when I grew up in 70s/80s, short for Jissum.
Also known as Art Pamphlets; One handed instruction manuals; 6ft books (reference to them being on the top shelf); Scuttle magazines; Grot; Nuddie mags; and a word I thought was Yorkshire Jewish for many years, "yminih" which was "your mum is nude in here" which predated American Pie and MILF by about 15 years! Great times teasing Leon [forget his surname] by shouting "Yminih, yminih" as his mum dropped him off as it was reckon she'd been in a readers wives section of a magazine!
I was recanting this thread to a friend at work today. He has kindly sent me the links which are googleable, to the entire readers wives from Escort 1983-1998! he forum poster stopped scanning them after that as "adult women without pubes are not real women". Honestly, some peoples morals.........
Also known as Art Pamphlets; One handed instruction manuals; 6ft books (reference to them being on the top shelf); Scuttle magazines; Grot; Nuddie mags; and a word I thought was Yorkshire Jewish for many years, "yminih" which was "your mum is nude in here" which predated American Pie and MILF by about 15 years! Great times teasing Leon [forget his surname] by shouting "Yminih, yminih" as his mum dropped him off as it was reckon she'd been in a readers wives section of a magazine!
I was recanting this thread to a friend at work today. He has kindly sent me the links which are googleable, to the entire readers wives from Escort 1983-1998! he forum poster stopped scanning them after that as "adult women without pubes are not real women". Honestly, some peoples morals.........
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